Sleeping Princess Novels & Stories

Pouting, I could tell she was close to crying, “Just read it to me, mama.” I took the book from her, it was titled Sleeping Beauty, and then I started reading, “Once upon a time, in a far-off kingdom, a beautiful princess named Aurora (also known as Briar Rose) was placed under a sleeping curse by a wicked fairy named Maleficent. The curse was meant to punish the king and queen for not inviting Maleficent to the princess's christening.” I paused and then continued.

To the world, I'm Sophia Romano—the family's wild, radiant princess. Vincent is the mafia heir—stoic, controlled, the very picture of restraint. But every night, he grips my waist, fucking me until my legs go weak while whispering my name over and over: "Principessa." He just doesn't know that in two weeks, I'm marrying someone else. The sheets are still damp with our shared heat. I lie in bed, catching my breath as Vincent rises to dress.

I would keep an eye on the queen around Sarah. Once the Queen was gone, Sarah touched her shirt. “What am I supposed to wear?” I went to the closet. Sarah’s POV “Stand up straighter, you’re a Princess,” Hellen said, gliding past me with a book on her head. This was so dumb. I straightened the book on my head, glanced at Sebastian, who was reading a book, and tried again to walk around the room without fumbling feet.

she asked, toe tapping against the weathered porch boards. Damn. She got me. I had done my best to learn what I could about Tobi’s world, and yeah, I knew he was a prince. But I hadn’t really thought it through. Not all the way. “I mean… we haven’t exactly talked about that yet,” I muttered, trying to keep my composure. “A crescent moon,” Moira said, exasperated. “I guess we should start calling you Princess,” Oscar teased with a grin. Henry turned in his arms, confused. “Wait, what secret is she keeping?”

I cannot put them back on. I didn't have the order to touch the oils, so I leave the bathroom and head back to the opulent bedroom. The Princess sits on the edge of the big bed, legs closed and back straight. She is dressed in white silk robes which makes her look like a stunning goddess, one that is extremely dangerous if upset.

Before she knew it, the moon princess succumbed to sleep. ***

So many times we were mistaken to be gay but we weren’t and we’ve never ever thought of that. “good morning Princess, you’ll be given the award of most sleeping princess” Sophia said as she dressed the breakfast very well on bed. “at least they’ll be an award for me, awwwwwn! Sophy thank you very much, can’t believe you still enjoy watching me sleep, awardee weirdo” I said. I didn’t even brush and I started eating my breakfast “are you not hungry? Come join me” asked Sophia

I quickly blurted, beating her to it. She observed me for a few seconds, narrowing her eyes at me. then she moved it to the sleeping woman behind me. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she hissed with a roll of her eyes as she marched into the room and pulled the blanket off Kira’s sleeping form. “Get up and watch over your slave! We are under attack!” she yelled, and I had to struggle to hide my laughter because her words did nothing to the sleeping princess she was speaking to. “If you are trying to wake her, then you will have to pull her legs or something. She is a very deep sleeper,” I said focusing my attention on the running men across the opened door.

Randell just nodded and approached the not-yet-awakened princess. When he saw her sound asleep while lying down, the handsome pirate Randell was fascinated by what he saw of the princess now. Because the princess was now wearing a woman's dress, her face and her hair are also arranged. Randell seemed to be stunned for a moment but he immediately avoided the fascination of looking at her then came next to the princess and sat on the edge of her bed.

I said, looking at her and going to her bed. "I was waiting for you!" she shouted cheerfully. I laughed and laid her on the bed, "Do you know it’s late and the princesses have to sleep at this hour?" I said, covering her again. "The princess is waiting for the kiss of her prince," she said seriously. "And who is your prince?" I asked as I moved some red locks from her cheek. "But you, fool!" she said, "Harper needs the kiss," then went on seriously, "Otherwise, she won’t sleep."